I’ve always been here and I always will be.” He wrapped his arms around her as she turned to him. xvideos He wished that he had just one person that cared for him. Her days were all the same and she walked home over the same streets across the same cracked and broken sidewalks. She walked to work each day. Maybe she had a family or a lover or children. Now he put pieces of his soul on paper and sent them to his publisher for pieces of paper that he put in a drawer. After she passed he went back to writing his stories and if he received a check he would put it in a drawer with the others.
